Saturday, October 11, 2014

Accidents -- the Oops of the Unforgiving

I take note of accidents, those slips of the pen, with inner annoyance and silent curses; those unintended lines; the "unforgiving" part of working with black ink on white paper.

Ink drawing (8.5" x 5.5")


Ink drawing (8.5" x 5.5")
"What has happened?" I exclaim (not so silent after all). Is it catastrophic? Is salvage an option for a fumble, for butterfingers? Can it be saved from destruction, saved from a wreck? Perhaps though the fumble is the solution?

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